Marshall. That man stimulated her and made her come alive. But not this man - this child! She wanted and needed a real man to command her, to dominate...her, to make her feel like a real woman.But still there was the aching emptiness between her thighs. A hand stroking her leg wasn't good enough. There had to be more. And that "more" was steely cock.She wiggled under him again and managed to position herself so her churning cunt was wide open. He crushed down on top of her, his cock far away from. I woke up thinking about him, I reached for my phone and went to the pictures he had sent me the previous night. I put my phone up on the bedside table so I had both hands free, then put my right hand down my black short shorts and started to rub my clit as I looked at the picture of him jerking off. He was probably doing it to the picture I sent before that, of me licking one of my DD breasts. I started twisting one of my nipples, as I got faster on my clit. I started to breathe faster and let. "I want you to suck my nipples."Evan eagerly complied. He took my nipple almost reverently into his mouth and gave it a tentative suck. I moaned to let him know it felt good, and he continued with a little more confidence. After about a minute, I slipped my breast away from him and let him take my other nipple. I hadn't felt his mouth on me like that since he was a baby.My hand was on his cock stroking him lightly when there came a soft knock at the door. My husband came in wearing just a robe,. He throbbed in my hand. I felt a little bad for getting him worked up and then stopping short, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that going any further would be wrong. Doing it here, in the house Paul and I grew up in together, a few miles away from the spot where he’d probably died…it almost felt like doing it on his grave or something. It was better this way. Besides, I figured it might help to hold something back the first time, leave Eric to anticipate more. It couldn’t hurt to let him stew.